Living On Hill Street

Next to the shaking Aspen, we stand firm , making our foot prints in the Terra-cotta clay... Whirling past the malware.... the ghosts of doubt...the specters crossroads... We rise ... We love... We Live on Hill Street.. We pulse to the sound ...the beat... waltzing to the graceful dance on Hill Street.. Holding the blueprints primordial ,Our impregnable temple conceived ... Like the architects of the Earth ship ,we dwell deep .... We dwell so deep... I drink from your sweet spring water ever thirsty... quench me... mmmmmm baby... you always swell to quench me... Anchored foot prints in the summer's heat ... We rise.... we love... we live on Hill Street...